Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Swaziland and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Rod Modell to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Soft Machine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Trojans,
Pierre Henry,
Cymande,
Barclay James Harvest,
H. Thieme,
Ossler,
The Last Poets,
Eurythmics,
Dawn Penn,
Malaria!,
Quadrant,
Talk Talk,
The Five Americans,
Negative Approach,
The Raincoats,
Ice-T,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Echospace,
Con Funk Shun,
Joey Negro,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Moebius,
ABC,
The Skatalites,
Make Up,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brand Nubian,
The Buckinghams,
The Evens,
The Victims,
Rufus Thomas,
Gichy Dan,
Patti Smith,
K-Klass,
Gang of Four,
T.S.O.L.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
A Certain Ratio,
OOIOO,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Angry Samoans,
Shoche,
Minny Pops,
The Searchers,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sugar Minott,
John Lydon,
Harry Pussy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Zeros,
B.T. Express,
The Sound,
Cluster,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.